I treasure my copy of Shit Haven #1, a two-sided one-page photocopied zine that I found in a bin meant for a more commercial publication last year. It’s the kind of punk attitude publication I used to do myself back in the 1980s. But my shit is old and this is fresh—even a year later, with no #2 in sight. At least I haven’t run across one, and there’s no contact info other than: “Spuds Circle, editor. To contact Spuds: Ask a punk! No submissions from Yalies.”
Here’s an excerpt (deliberately chose one which shows Spuds’ softer side):
Thinking About James Franco
Every single person at Yale dreams about the day they’re gonna be speaking French at Atticus and James Franco will sidle up alongside them and butt in with a funny comment, thus planting the seed that will flower into their lifelong friendship.
Uh:
1. James Franco isn’t funny and doesn’t have real friends.
2. Dude tried to kill Spidey (sup Tizzie)
3. If you see me around, buy me a slice of pizza.